The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1887-04-20
HOW WE BEAT THE FAvoRIrE
a Lay of the LOamshire Hunt Club.
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Than ever-he swears he can win all the way
"a gentleman rider-well, I'm an outsider,
But If he's gent who the mischief's the Jock?
You swells mostly blunder, Dick rides for the
He rides, too, like thunder-he sits like rock.
"He calls hunted fairly horse that has barely
Been stripped for Tot within sight of the
A horse that at Warwick beat Birdlime and
And gave Abdelkader at Aintree nine pounds.
"They say we have no test to warrant protest:
steward;
The light of their faces they show him-his
Preiudged and his verdict already secured.
"But none can outlast her, and few travel faster,
She strides in her work clean away from The
You hold her and sit her, she couldn't be filter,
Whenever you hit her she'll spring like astag
And prhaps the green jacket, at odds though
they back it,
May fall. OF there's no knowing what may
The mare is quite ready, sit stIn and ride
steady,
Keep TP1 S .! and think you may just win the
Dark brown with tan nuzzle, just stripped for
Stood Iseult, arching her back to the curb,
A lean heed, and fiery, strong quarters and
A Ioin rather light, but shoulder superb.
Some parting Injunction, bestowed with great
tried to recall. but forgot like Ounce,
When Reginald Murray, full tilt on White Sur
Came down in a hurry to start us at once.
keep back in the yellow Come up on othello
Hold hard on the chestnut! Turn round on
Keep back there on Spartan Back you sir, in
So, steady there, easy" and dow went the
t4sU@ flag.
We started, and Kerr made strong running on
Through burrows that led to the first stake
The crack, half extended, looked bloodlike and
Held wide on the right where the headland
was sound
Ipulled hard to battle her rush with the snaille,
Before her two-thirds of the field got away,
All through the wet pasture where floods of the
stiIl Ioitered, they clotted my crimson with
clay.
The fourth fence, a waffle, ioord Monk and
The Drag came to grief at the blackthorn and
The rails 1oppled over Redoubt and Red Rover,
The lane stopped Lycurgus and Lelcestershire
Witch.
She passed like an arrow Kildare and Cock Spar
And Mantrap and Mermaid refused the stone
And Giles on the ereyling came down at the
And was left sailing in front of them all.
1 took them burster, nor eased her nor nursed
Until the Black BuIfnch led into the plough,
And through the strong bramble we bored with
My cap was Knocked of by the hazel-tree
bough.
When burrows looked lighter drew the reign
Fer dark chest all dappled with flakes of white
foam,
Her TANKS mud bespattered, weak rail she
We landed on turf with our heads turned for
home.
Then crashed low binder, ana then close be-
The swsrd 10 the strokes Of the fayorite shook;
His rush reused her mettle. yet ever so little
She shortened her stride as we raced at the
brook
she rose when 1 hit her. 1 saw the stream
A wide Scarlet nostrfl flashed close to my knee,
Between sky and water The Clown came and
The space that she cleared was a caution to
see.
And forcing the running, discarding all cum
Alength to the front went the rider in green;
A long strip of stubble, and then the big double,
Two stiff flights OF rails with a quickest be-
tween.
She raced at the rasper, felt my knees grasp
found my hands give to her strain on the Bit
She rose when The Clown did-our silks as we
Brus6'd lightly, our stirrups clash'd loud as
we lit.
A rise sleeply sloping, fence with stone cop
The isst-we diverged round the base of the
His path was the nearer, his leap was the
I aOgg'd up the straight, and he led sitting
still
She came to his quarter. and on still 1 brought
And up to his girth to his breast-plate she
A short prayer from Neville just reached me,
The Devil,
He muttered-lockd level the hurdles we
flew.
hum OF hoarse cheering,a dense crowd ca
All sights seen obscurely, all shouts vaguely
1.-THE green winsl'' 1.-THE crimson The null
| And figures are Blended and features are
| blurred.
1.-THE horse is her MASTER" 1.-The green travels
past herl'
1.-THE Clown will outlast herl" The Clown
wins "The Clown
The white railing races with all the white faces,
The chestnut outpaces, outstretches the
brown.
| On still past the gateway she strains in the
| ight way
Still struggles "The Clown by short neck at
most
He swerves, the green scourges, the stand rocks
| and suTges,
And flashes and verges, and fits the white
| posi-.
| Ayel so ends the tussle. / knew the tan muzzle
| Was first though the ring-men were yelling
| dead heaL!"
nose could swear by, but Clerke said. 'The
A short head" And that's how the fayorite
| was beat.
Wrecked Life.
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